Silent Storms
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Last published Sun, Jul 21, 2024
"I heard it is their capital. The capital of the Tenakth.", she whispered. "We could watch the Kulrut they are holding." The man opened his eyes just a bit, his pupils wide in the darkness. "And what do I get for venturing straight into a big danger zone for my life?", he asked. "I don't know.", Noinin said sheepishly but playful while moving her hand towards the cord binding her shirt, slowly removing its fastened hold. "We would get to see the visions, we heard the Tenakth talking about." "Visions.", the man mumbled as he watched Noinin slowly taking off her shirt. He unconsciously gulped yet another time, his mouth getting rather dry. "We could buy some Tenatkth-fashioned cloth and move towards the coast after this Kulrut they are holding.", Noinin whispered. "Yeah, we could do that.", the man said, his hand wandering up Noinins body. "Then let's do it.", Noinin whispered. The man couldn't hold back the grin growing on his face, as he shot up, pressing Noinin to the ground by her wrists. "Let's."
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Hello there everyone! Nice to have you, I am glad you made it.
So, let's hastily discuss what I'd like to present you in this little fiction I worked on, I worked on, and will work on.
BUT!! First things first... We all know it, but I repeat it for mostly my sake: I do not own any of the characters but my own which I might or might not introduce to you beforehand. First and mainly, it will be Noinin, a Nora huntress coming from a small settlement somewhere within the tribe's borders. She will go through some difficulties before finally meeting Kotallo and the others. Yeah... I am not satisfied either, but I realized that I can and will not send this girl into the wild without a proper backstory. Everything related to Noinin will be explained throughout the story, so I hope you stick to it.
But, however. Enjoy reading, don't forget to comment, and mostly and most importantly: enjoy^^
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